Northstar Vale inevitable

Tamar wished to learn—wished her kids to begin their own paths of knowledge. “I’d love to teach anyone who wants to learn,” she agreed, her tail giving a gentle sway. She might not have been an expert in her field—always looking for the chance to extend her own knowledge—but she reveled in sharing what she did know with others.

Now, though, the sandwoman shifted closer to her, and a flush spread to Meadow’s cheeks—now or never. “Reyson and I have entered a… courtship.”